Approaching that time...

Came home from the store, PMSing like a madwoman (because I wanted WHITE flowers and they STILL didn't HAVE white flowers! The nerve!) throwing stuff around (I wish I was exaggerating), yelling and stuttering as I tried to articulate to my hubby what particular flower I was looking for and not having the words (because I'm SWEDISH, dammit, and your language is friggin' difficult) and then finally running into our bedroom and slamming the door behind me. And instead of going "WTF is wrong with you?? I'll just avoid you for the rest of the day," hubby hugged me and asked what's wrong and I just started bawling and fell down on the bed, arms over my head, only to have Markus promptly deciding that my armpit was his new snuggleplace and just TRY to be mad when you have a big, purring fluffball on your face. Just try.

And now off to work. Maybe I should bring Markus with me?